teen delinquency

Modern AU with magic where mages are still required to attend the Circle but are allowed to leave once they pass the Harrowing. There are still many restriction on the mages and what they can do compared to a non-magical person and mage rights activism is a thing.

Anders is in his late teens when he tries to escape from the Circle but he is caught. He is sent to a harsher, more strict “program” that rehabilitates problematic mage teenagers. A part of his rehabilitation program is that, in order to make these delinquent teens more adapted to society, the mages are given various jobs around the city, with their magic silenced and while wearing a tracker.

Because Anders hasn’t actually been violent towards other people using his magic, he’s give the “reward” job of working at a noble’s house as a house worker, instead of other harder jobs like public construction. But because of Anders’ tendencies to get mouthy and spout insults, his tracker also prevents him from speaking for more than a few words at a time.

Anders is assigned to the Amell mansion and the Hawke family living there. 

NAME: Drupe

AGE: Late Teens


SPECIES: Strawberry-headed plant humanoid

BACKSTORY: From a family of friendly fruit, she is a bit overripe and ended up a total stink-eyeing sourpuss.

CHARACTER BIO: A terrifying delinquent teen girl. She’s part of a group of hoodlums who are always causing trouble around the plaza.

ATTACKS: She’ll shoot thorny vines at you if you squeal!

WEAKNESSES: Needs to photosynthesize once daily

FUN FACT: Runs a fashion blog.

VOICED BY: Melissa Villasenor

  • Clarke: *awakes and see a sleeping Jasper and Monty* Really, boys? Boys!
  • Jasper and Monty: *jerk awake*
  • Clarke: What do you think you're doing?
  • Monty: Uh, we were watching over you.
  • Jasper: We wanted to make sure you weren't the third sacrifice.
  • Clarke: But both of you were asleep.
  • Monty: *to Jasper* You were on watch last.
  • Jasper: *to Monty* What are you talking about? You were on watch last.
  • Monty: *to Jasper* No, you were on watch last!
  • Jasper: *to Clarke* I might've been on watch last.
  • Clarke: My heroes.
Teen Spirit

Here is some Delinquent Terumob AU for @was-dft (who commissioned it) and @florbe-triz (who came up with the AU if I’m not mistaken), as well as anyone else who finds this. Writing delinquent!Mob is some tough shit, since I’m not used to writing angry, antisocial teen perspective. But I tried my best, so please enjoy!

Shigeo was sitting on the top of the school roof.

It wasn’t his school, actually, but that suited him fine; he didn’t want to be at Salt Middle School right now. His sudden rise to fame has brought countless new and old members of the Salt Middle Gang flocking towards him like sheep, and while the admiration felt a lot nicer than the distain he got from his parents and younger brother, it could get extremely annoying at times.

Compliments didn’t change the fact that Shigeo disliked people in general, and especially dealing with said people. His followers always assumed that the favorite thing to do for Shiro T Poison was beating the shit out of others, but in all honesty, that was only in third place. His favorite thing to do was to sit in the middle of nowhere and enjoy some rarefound peace and quiet.

His second favorite thing was hanging out with the urabanchou of Black Vinegar Middle School, Hanazawa Teruki.

After their big fight, Shigeo had been sure that Teruki would come looking for revenge, or at least a rematch. The proud types usually did, in his experience; they just couldn’t accept that there was someone stronger than them, plus they felt humiliated. So he hadn’t been surprised when Teruki had walked into Salt Middle School a week later and demanded to see Shiro T Poison.

He had been very surprised, however, when Teru had knelt down in front of him and pledged his fealty. Honestly, he hadn’t known what to do; nothing like this had ever happened to him before. After all, this meant that he now had the whole of Black Vinegar at his command… After several minutes of silent pondering he’d voiced his decision: he’d leave the leadership of Black Vinegar’s delinquents to Teruki, but the command over Teruki to himself - meaning that Shigeo could now call on the whole force of the other school if necessary, but wouldn’t be bothered with anything that actually happened at Black Vinegar.

Teruki had looked kind of relieved. No wonder, really; power was addictive, as Mob knew well.

Teruki knew too. Teruki knew a lot of things that Shigeo had previously thougth only he himself knew, and Teru understood a lot of things that Shigeo felt but nobody else did. Even though Shigeo was a lot more powerful than Teruki, they were both espers stranded in a world too weak for them, and they’d had a lot of similar experiences. It was no wonder the two started to hang out regularly, talking, drinking or vandalizing random buildings.

I guess it’s just a lot more fun to be dissapointed in the world together, Shigeo mused. He’d never had any friends before, but he thought Teruki counted as one. A subservient one, sure, but still a friend.

Well, actually a bit more than that. Slow as Shigeo could be in the fields of social interaction, he had realized by now that his feelings for Teruki extended a bit over the friendship line. The first clue had arrived three weeks ago, when they’d defeated the local claw branch together and Teruki got badly hurt. Shigeo’s emotions had shot straight past the 100% limit, surprising even himself.

(The only thing left of the former base now was a pile of rubble.)

The second clue came directly after the fight, when Shigeo had helped Teruki patch himself up. Not that Shigeo had much experience in the matter, but he was pretty sure the usual reaction to seeing a friend’s blood-covered torso exposed was not a sudden urge to lick the blood off until the other person moaned from something else than pain.

Shigeo didn’t act on that urge, of course. Back then he’d still been too cautious about this sudden development.

But if another opportunity presented itself, he might.

He already knew Teruki liked him back. He’d known even before he’d become aware of his own feelings, since the blond esper didn’t exactly hide his adoration of Shigeo. In his usual listless way, Shigeo had decided not to do anything about it, since it was convenient to have someone utterly devoted around. Now that he felt the same way, he was less sure what to do, torn between the desire to stop beating around the bush and the fun of watching Teruki being oblivious to the mutuality of the emotion.

Plus, part of him was still afraid. Shigeo had never trusted anyone, and for good reason; letting someone into your heart was a big risk.

Then again, Shigeo had always loved a little risk.


Shigeo lazily turned his head. Teruki was standing at the door of the roof, looking over at him with a grin. Shigeo allowed himself a smirk. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Shouldn’t you be in your school?”, Teruki countered, walking over.

Shigeo shrugged. “Like they can teach me anything important. I already know everything I need to about this world.” Teruki tilted his head. “True.”

He sat down next to Shigeo, glancing over the edge of the roof. “Why’d you come here though? Not that I’m complaining, but Black Vinegar seems a bit out of the way.”

Shigeo shrugged again, unable to meet Teruki’s eyes. “Dunno. I felt like it.” Teruki looked at him but didn’t reply, instead gazing out over the roof.

They spent the next few minutes in silence, just looking at the clouds above and enjoying each other’s company. However, Shigeo was startled to find an emotion other than tranquility invade his heart - one he hadn’t felt in ages.

He was nervous. Not even for a reason, simply being alone with the guy he had a crush on was making Shigeo nervous. And that in turn made him feel humiliated. Shigeo prided himself on his strength, so such an obvious sign of his infatiuation, of a newfound inferiority was clawing at his ego. He felt restless; he wanted to punch Teruki to show him that he didn’t have a hold over Shigeo, but at the same time he wanted Teruki to press him down on the roof and do whatever the hell he wanted, no holds barred.

Being in love was confusing, and it was eating at Shigeo’s nerves.

He pulled a small packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and asked, “Hey, d’you have a light?”

Teru started to shake his head, but then he paused, and grinned. “Kinda. Check it out.” He snapped his fingers and suddenly, his right pointer was engulfed in flames.

Shigeo tilted his head, slightly impressed despite himself. “Where’d you learn that?”

“At that Claw place,” Teruki answered smugly. “Remember the fire guy? He was a total loser, but the technique was nice, so I tried to copy it. It’s actually pretty simple; you just kinda twist your energy to a point and flick it and boom! Instant flamethrower.”

Shigeo frowned at Teruki’s description, twist and flick wasn’t exactly the most accurate or helpful advice - allthough it wasn’t really Teruki’s fault; psychic powers were something intuitive and emotional, and that was usually pretty difficult to depict.

Nevertheless, Shigeo clicked his fingers, focusing his energy like Teruki had described.

Nothing happened.

Teruki winced, the flame on his finger dissapearing with a ring of smoke. “Uh, well, I was in touch with his energy during the fight, so maybe that helped? And I had to try a few times as well, so - ah!”

He flinched as Shigeo carelessly, almost crudely pulled at his spirit energy in an effort to discover the new technique. However, it wasn’t giving Shigeo the results he was hoping for. “In touch with his energy isn’t working, Teruki”, Shigeo scowled - then he suddenly felt it. It was like a surprise opening, a strange pull that was dragging his powers in a new direction. Curious, Shigeo followed, feeling his energy swell up. On instinct, he twisted his fingers and suddenly Shigeo and Teruki were connected, their energy merging violently, pulling their souls together in a way that felt so intimate it made both of them gasp.

Shigeo cut the connection quickly, adrenaline hammering through his body and his blood roaring in his ears. He definitely hadn’t expected that to happen - though perhaps it was worth it. Teruki breathless and shaken was definitely a sight to behold, a sight that stoked the flames that had been awakened inside Shigeo by the intimacy of the energy connection.

Shigeo’s careless smirk was a bit forced as he clicked his fingers, a flame curling up in the palm of his hand. “That was fun,” he said, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep pull to calm himself. Teruki swallowed, trying to get his composition back. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

Shigeo shrugged, hoping he looked more relaxed than he felt as he released the smoke back into the air. “Me neither. I guess we both learned something.”

Teruki stared at him wordlessly, his breathing still uneven. “You know, I think I need a cigarette too.” Shigeo chuckled and wordlessly handed over the packet, placing his cigarette between his lips again in an effort to get his own heartrate to calm down.

However, Teruki seemed to have other plans. With nimble fingers he fished a cigarette from the packet and stuck it between his lips, then he leaned forwards until their faces were so close Shigeo could feel the blond esper’s breath on his cheeks. Teruki pushed the end of his unlit cigarette to Shigeo’s lit one, smirking as the sparks transferred.

In appearances, he was only lighting his cigarette with the help of Shigeo’s, but even the socially inept esper could sense the coals of anger at the sudden humiliation still smouldering inside of Teruki; fueling the desire now clearly visible in the blond esper’s eyes.

Well, thought Shigeo, stomach swirling with a mixture of nerves and want, they say anger is just another form of passion…

Teruki pulled back, eyes never leaving Shigeo’s, and took a long, slow drag at his cigarette, lips curling around the small roll in a way that made Shigeo’s insides grow hot.

Then the blond esper tilted his head back to blow the smoke into the sky, and Shigeo’s eyes caught on his pale neck, adam’s apple bobbing as Teruki expelled the smoke from his lungs. Shigeo found himself mesmerised, which resulted in Teruki catching his stare - and smirking.

And that was the last straw that made Mob boil over.

Barely a second later he was pushing Teruki to the ground, energy fizzling violently as his emotions went haywire. Teruki’s eyes went wide at Shigeo’s outburst, energy automatically rising to respond to the push that would have crushed anyone else straight through the school roof.

For a second, they stared at each other, caught in a stalemate.

Then Shigeo surged down and kissed him.

Back in second grade, when Shigeo had still had that ridiculous infatuation with Tsubomi-chan, he’d sometimes imagine what his first kiss would feel like. Gentle, he’d thought. Gentle, and sweet, and soft. It would be a pretty kiss.

Well, this kiss wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t soft either, or sweet or gentle - it was angry, and demanding, and sloppy, their lips clashing and moulding against each other in what almost seemed like a battle of wills.

And fuck, it felt so good. When their tongues touched for the first time, a small whimper of pleasure escaped Shigeo, immediately followed by a throaty moan from Teruki that sent a shiver down Shigeo’s back. Screw holding back, why had he ever wanted to wait in the first place?

He grabbed the edges of Teruki’s face, trying to pull him even closer, and Teruki started tugging at Shigeo’s hair, sending pinpricks of pain shooting over Shigeo’s scalp. Shigeo gasped in response, breaking away from the kiss for a second to try and regain his sense of superiority - but suddenly he was rolling and Teruki was on top of him and they were kissing again like they’d never stopped in the first place, only that now Teruki was in control and Shigeo was liking it a lot more than he’d care to admit.

The roof around them was starting to crack, and both of them - especially Shigeo with his bad stamina - were running out of breath, but neither of them felt inclined to stop making out until suddenly there was an ominous rumbling sound and the nearest chimney blew apart, scattering bricks everywhere.

Teruki rolled off of Shigeo and stared at the mess, pupils dilated and lips puffy. “Huh,” he said slowly. “I guess you could say that idea blew up in our faces.”

Shigeo stared at Teruki, trying to get his breath back. He’d forgotten about Teruki’s adorable obnoxious habit of breaking out in puns when he was excited. “You’re terrible,” he finally managed, sitting up and dusting himself off to keep his hands from straying back to the blonde esper’s face.

Teruki grinned. “More like Teru-ble… but I’m a great kisser, right?”

Shigeo turned away and pinched his nose, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. “One more pun like that and I’m gonna stop our make-out session.”

Teruki’s eyes grew round. “There’s more? But the chimney -”

“Salt Mid’s roof is a lot more stable than Black Vinegar’s,” Shigeo suggested with a small smile.

Teruki opened his mouth, and shut it again wordlessly, eyes brimming with anticipation, lust - and unbridled adoration. “You’re amazing, Shigeo.”

Shigeo felt his insides swell with warmth, his head swimming with emotions he’d forgotten about, locked away as they’d been in his unfeeling heart. There were some new emotions which he’d not felt before, too - but that was just a reason to explore them even further, right?

“So are you, Teruki. Now let’s go, before I forget myself and break Black Vinegar’s walls again.”

thefilleperdue  asked:

Hi! I've been looking for this fic that I can't seem to find, looked through your tags and couldn't find it either. It's a set of two one shots, post canon. The first one is outsider pov from a bunch of different characters, the second one is the same events but focused on Bell/Clarke. They start off moving in together and growing closer, and by the end of it there's like a bet on when they'll get together and a winter solstice party. Could you help me find this? Thanks!

The Stars up Above, Directionless and Drifting New Worlds for the Weary

thank you to the anon who found these fics!

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run

Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by  waspabi

‘You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work.

To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!

A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)


Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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Sterek Au- The Deputy and The Delinquent

Orphaned at a young age, now seventeen year old Stiles is getting himself mixed up in some seedy things. Enter Deputy Hale who hopes to pull this stupid kid, out of his downward spiral of self destruction. 

White text = Stiles

Yellow text = Derek + random drug dealer

waywardcerberus  asked:

hi I'm looking for a fic I read a reaallyy long time ago: modern au, I think it was on ao3 but I could be wrong; Clarke owns this big house where she takes care of all the delinquents like they're her kids, and jasper is her adopted son, and then there's some issues with the school, and I think bellamy's a teacher or something. does this sound familiar?? I'm sorry this is vague, thanks for your time tho

ARC: Art Rehabilitation Center

Now, as we were saying….

A/N: It’s good to be back.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

I do not own Star Wars. Or it’s characters. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for anything? My soul says yes.

Anon said: “63. “That’s one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had.” 84. “If we get arrested, it’s your fault.” 4. “Just be quiet and look pretty.” w/Stiles x Reader perhaps?? (possibly Jeep Man x Key Lady/Delinquent (if they’re still the same person lol)) (“That’s one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had.”, “If we get arrested, it’s your fault.” And “Just be quiet and look pretty.”)”

“I thought of a Stiles x Delinquent (/Key Lady?) thing, about Stiles and y/n getting arrested and brought to the sheriffs office and Father Stilinski is obviously mega pissed off, and they’re both bickering over who’s fault it was for getting caught/committing a crime in the first place, but the crime itself is something ridiculous like Stiles accidentally leaving his important backpack at Lydia’s, and when the two of them went to get it there was nobody home, so y/n was like ‘pfft no(Second Message)problem this place is easy to get into’, so they break into Lydia’s house to get Stiles’ backpack, meanwhile one of Lydia’s neighbours sees them breaking in and calls the cops, who show up as Stiles comes down the stairs with a backpack and y/n is helping herself to whatever’s in the fridge. And papa stilinski would be so done with the both of them and then he’d just be like ‘y/n how the hell did you know how to break into the house anyway?’ etc. And I’m sorry idk why I find this so funny!! 😂”

“Jeep man & delinquent key lady where Stilinski senior says he thinks they should spend less time together, bc one is a bad influence on the other. Then the pair of them get into an argument over who is a worse influence on the other and the Sheriffs just listening to all of it until he’s like ‘I give up’. 😝”


“I believe these two delinquents belong to you?” Parrish’s dry tone hinted at his amusement as he pulled the two of you into the Sheriff’s office by the ear, keeping a firm grip as the the older Stilinski let out a heavy sigh from behind his desk.

“One of ‘em does. The other just always shows up a few steps later.”

“I’m assuming that joke is at my expense,” Stiles said sarcastically, rubbing his ear Parrish had just released. “That I’m the one that just follows that tingly feeling in my gut that senses when mischief is afoot?”

“Oh, shut up, Stiles!” You said exasperatedly. “This is all your fault, anyway!”

“My fault?! How in the hell is this my fault?” His eyes were wide, eyebrows undecided about arching high or knitting together.

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  • Octavia: That's it. I'm calling Raven and Bellamy.
  • Clarke: How are they gonna help, back in Arkadia?
  • Octavia: They're not. They've been following us for hours. Pathetic.
  • Raven: Hey, O. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and...
  • Octavia: I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker.
Monsters Aren’t Real

Originally posted by horrorandhalloween

Summary: You never liked Halloween, you didn’t believe in monsters, but this year everything changes.  {Bucky x Reader} {Supernatural AU} {Supernatural/Marvel Crossover}

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2,803

A/N: This is my entry for @rotisserierogers Halloween Challenge! My prompt was “Did you really think I’d believe that?”  I’m sorry if this is kind of bad, but it was kind of something I just threw together quickly because I wanted to finish! But I hope you enjoy it anyway. Thanks for reading, feedback is appreciated as always! 

Halloween was one of your least favorite times of year. You never understood why people enjoyed it. The scary movies sucked. Monsters? So not real. And the dressing up? Just drove you crazy. At the Avengers base, things were no different, especially with Tony around. He would put up decorations all over the place, you had to constantly keep your door locked so he wouldn’t get into your room. Worst of all everyone always tried to scare you, it never worked.

You woke up on the morning of October 31st dreading the entire day. You rolled over and buried your face in Bucky’s neck. “Do we have to get out of bed today?”

“Why do you hate Halloween so much doll?”

“Because it’s a stupid holiday and monsters aren’t real, you know what is real? Assholes like Hydra, they’re the monsters.” You sigh and get out of bed, “No one seems to understand that though, everyone is more afraid of werewolves and vampires than the people that are actually threatening them.”

“People don’t like to think that humans could actually be that disgusting so they have to make something up.” Bucky sits up in bed and gives you a sympathetic look. “Its one day darling, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

Bucky was right, it was just one day, but you still hated every minute of it. You opened the door to your room and found a flyer taped to the front of it.

You are cordially invited to

Tony’s Halloween Bash

Tonight at 8 p.m in the basement

Costume required

(That means you Y/N)

Happy Halloween!

You rip the sign off the door and crumple it up. Bucky raises an eyebrow at you as he walks out of the room. “Stupid Tony and his stupid Halloween party.” You groan.

“Come on doll, could be fun.” Bucky pulls you into his arms. “It’s just a party.”

You sigh and kiss him softly on the lips. “I suppose it will be okay since I’ll have you to distract me.” You kiss him again, longer this time and bite your lip when he pulls back.

“We can always sneak off if it gets too boring.” Bucky smirks at you.

You smirk back at him and turn to head to the kitchen for breakfast. As you do you come face to face with a clown mask. Most people would have been startled at the least, but not you. You roll your eyes and yank the mask off. “Fuck you Tony.”

“Oh come on! Can’t you at least pretend to be scared!” Tony yells after you.

You turn back around and make your best fake scared face and roll your eyes. “Seriously Tony you’re going to have to do better than that if you think you’re going to scare me this year.”

“Remind me what you see in her?” Tony turns to Bucky.

Bucky shakes his head and shrugs, then follows you to the kitchen.

After lots of debating and trying your best not to just walk out of the store and forget the party all together you finally picked a costume to wear to Tony’s stupid Halloween party.

You walk back into the base carrying the bag and Clint jumps out from behind a plant. “Seriously? You too?” You roll your eyes. “I’m telling you guys nothing scares me.”

Clint groans. “You’re no fun you know that?”

You shrug and head to your bedroom to try on the costume. It fits you perfectly,hugging every curve and showing skin in places that would make your mother cringe.

Bucky whistles at you from the doorway. “Sexy nurse? I like it.” He was sweating from the gym, his muscles glistening. He always looked so good after a workout.

You walk over to him wrapping your arms around his torso. “Glad you like it soldier, but I’m going to need you to rip it off me later.” You smirk at him.

“I am more than okay with that.” He leans down and kisses your neck tenderly, moving his lips up along your jawline making you moan lightly.  

You pout. “Stupid Halloween.”

Bucky laughs. “come on doll, it’ll be fun, wait until you see my costume.” He grins at you, running his hand down your back.

“I wouldn’t say it’s going to be fun, but you know how much I hate this fucking holiday.” You groan.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Bucky pats you on the head which makes you roll your eyes.

The party is loud and obnoxiously tacky. There are way too many fake spiderwebs and skeletons covering the entire downstairs where Tony usually held his parties. Which were far too many and you were already convinced he had more than a drinking problem. There are various groups of people that you don’t know and of course all of the Avengers. You walk down the stairs sporting your costume and a pair of red high heels. Your hair bounces in rings of curls and the amounts of hairspray in it was ungodly. The only part of this party you didn’t mind was getting to see Bucky drool over you.

“Why so serious?” His voice comes from behind you, his imitation of the joker a little too good. You turn to find him decked out in a purple suit, his face painted white and crude amounts of green hair dye caked into his hair.

“That’s not permanent hair dye is it Bucks?” You grab him by the purple jacket and pull him closer.

“Its wash out doll, I double checked before I let Nat put it in, what do you think?” He asks, spinning around, flaunting his costume to you.

“You look amazing.” you tell him.

“And you look sexy as hell.” Bucky grins and backs you into the nearest wall and attacks you with heart stopping kisses down your neck. He wants you bad there’s no denying that. That costume of yours would be the death of him. The way it pushed up your breasts and hugged every curve of your hips. How it only came to mid thigh and showed all that gorgeous skin. He wanted it off of you as soon as he saw you in it.

“NO! None of that!” Tony screams at the two of you from over by the bar. He rushes at you trying to break the two of you up. “This is not that kind of party!” He says angrily.

“Who are you my dad?” You cross your arms over your chest and stare him down. “What else am i supposed to do at this damn party?”

“Drink, dance, have fun. But no making out!” Tony puts out a finger as if he’s scolding two delinquent teens. He gives you both one last dirty look and then heads back to the bar.

“Cock block!” Bucky groans.

“I’m going to go fix my makeup.” You tell Bucky and drag your fingers down his arm teasingly as you walk away to the bathroom.  

On your way to the bathroom a man wearing a jean jacket and a cowboy hat whistles at you. You roll your eyes and turn to face the culprit. “Where you headed all by your lonesome pretty lady?”

You laugh slightly. You were used to being hit on, but this guy seemed more than creepy.  “Just going to the bathroom, who are you?”

“Just someone looking for a good meal, and boy that blood of yours smells delicious.” he gets closer to you and sniffs your neck.

You push him away from you, anger bubbling inside you. “Get the hell away from me fuckface, did Tony put you up to this? Is he trying to scare me again?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you against him. “A feisty one I like that.” he grins at you sickeningly and runs his fingers over your neck as you struggle to break free of his grip. “A vamp has got to eat.”

“Seriously a vampire? Did you really think I’d believe that? I don’t know what kind of sick joke Tony asked you to pull on me, but..” You are about to continue when he opens his mouth and tiny sharp teeth start to protrude from his gums, leaving you feeling shocked and scared for your life.  He puts a cloth to your lips and the smell of chloroform hits your nose and then you pass out.

You wake up tied to a chair in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. Your head is groggy and pounding, the rusty smell of blood fills your nose as you familiarize yourself with the surroundings. You blink several times getting used to the lighting. The ropes burn your wrists as you struggle to break free to no avail. “Fuck.” you whisper under your breath.

“Ah you’re finally awake.” the creepy guy from the bar emerges from the shadows. “I didn’t want you to miss anything so I thought I’d wait until you woke up.” he grins at you and walks closer.

You honestly feel so small right now. Usually you were a tough and fearless S.H.I.E.L.D agent, but now you were shaken. You remember those teeth coming from his gums and everything you thought you knew was shattered. With a hard swallow you try to regain any confidence you have left. “Come on is it really any fun if I can’t fight back?” You ask gesturing to the ropes.

The guy laughs. “You’re funny, I like that.” he tilts your neck to the side and those fangs come out again. You struggle even though you know there’s no escaping this and then you feel the sharp points break your skin and you yelp out in pain.

The feeling is odd. Feeling your blood rush into his mouth as you become weaker. At this rate you’ll be dead in minutes.

“Hey bloodsucker!” An unfamiliar voice travels across the room and gets the guys attention and he stops sucking your blood. Suddenly an arrow buried itself into his stomach and without a second thought the guy runs off, leaving you feeling like the life in you is gone.

Two figured appear in front of you, one taller and the other broad and built. The taller one speaks. “Hey you alright?” He asks you.

“I feel like I’m going to pass out.” You admit.

The shorter one cuts you out of the ropes and helps you to your feet where you sway from the dizziness in your head. “you lost a lot of blood, we gotta get you out of here.”

“We should have killed that vamp Dean.” the taller one says as Dean picks you up.

“Yea well, we need something from him.” Dean says.

You don’t hear much more because you’re fading out of consciousness. The next thing you know you’re waking up in a shitty hotel room with a jolt. Bucky has got to be worried sick.

“Hey hey, take it easy sweetheart.” Dean says, putting his hand on your shoulder.

You push it off, “Don’t call me sweetheart. What the hell happened.”

“Alright sorry.” Dean backs off.

“You got kidnapped by a vampire and he drank a lot of your blood, you passed out.” the other guy says. “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.”

“so what you guys like hunt vampires or something?” You shake your head, still unable to comprehend that vampires could exist.

“Vampires, demons, ghosts.” Dean shrugs.

“Easy Dean, she’s in shock, you can’t just bring up every monster at once, people can’t take that kind of pressure.” Sam says.

“All those things are real?” You shake your head. “Fucking unbelievable.”

“Afraid so sweetheart.” Dean shrugs.

“Call me sweetheart one more time I dare you.” the way he talks to you makes your blood boil.

“Forgive him he’s sort of a jerk.” Sam rolls his eyes at Dean.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry I’m just, confused, I thought all that Halloween shit was fake and now everything I thought, turns out I was wrong.” you breath out and see Dean checking you out, realizing you’re still in your sexy nurse costume you can understand why, but it doesn’t mean you like it. You stand up, immediately regretting it, but still grab his arm and flip him onto his ass.

Sam chuckles.

“Damn you know how to fight.” Dean groans from the ground. “You need a ride somewhere or something, we’ve got work to finish.” he stands up brushing himself off.

You grin at him. “I’m coming with you, I want to kill that bastard myself.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” Sam chimes in.

“Shut up.” you say. “I’m not some regular girl okay? I work for a secret organization I think I can handle a damn idiot with pointy teeth, now how do we kill it?”

They both stare at you and then Dean speaks up, “cut his head off.”

“Excellent, now have either of you seen my phone?” You ask. Thankfully they found it and hand it to you and you call Bucky.

“Y/N? Where the hell are you, are you alright?” His voice comes through the phone, panicked.

“Buck, I’m alright.” you breath out into the phone. “It’s a long story, but I’m okay.” You close your eyes. “Come to the location I send you,hurry and bring me a change of clothes.” you hang up.

“Who was that?” Dean asks.

“My boyfriend.” you grin at him. “And he’s a lot bigger than you so I’d lay off the sweetheart talk, he’s got a temper.”

“Vampires?” Bucky shakes his head, trying to comprehend what you just told him. “You’re sure?”

You finally have that awful costume off and are back in normal clothes. “yea I don’t get it either Buck, but I saw the fangs and I don’t think they could have been fake, especially with what they did to my neck.”

“She’s not going to turn into one is she?” Bucky turns to Sam and Dean.

They shake their heads. “doesn’t work like that, basically everything you think you know about a vampire is wrong. They have to bleed in your mouth to change you, so she’s safe.” Dean says.

Bucky breaths out in relief. “So explain to me why we haven’t gone back to the base? It seems like they have this under control babe.”

“I want to kill it.” you say.

Bucky sighs heavily “Are you sure you want to do this? You know nothing about killing vampires doll, this isn’t just some hydra jerk.”

“Trust me Bucky, I’m going to kill that bastard.” you pull on your shoes. “Let’s do this.” you say to Sam and Dean.

Reluctantly Bucky follows you to the car where Sam and Dean take you to where they believe the vampire is. You sneak into the abandoned warehouse, Bucky in front of you for protection. He’s still very weary about being here.

“I thought you said he traveled alone.” Sam whispers to Dean. “There’s at least 5 in there.”

“Nothing we can’t handle Sammy, plus we have bionic boy back there.” Dean shrugs.

Bucky cringes at the nickname and pulls on your arm. “Can I punch that guy?”

You smile at him. “Maybe later Bucks.”

He frowns.

The vamps smell you and they start to attack. You take the machete that Dean gave you and grip it tight. You go straight for the asshole that bit you. You struggle a bit, his strength getting the best of you for a moment, but finally you get a chance and slice the machete straight through his neck and watch as his head rolled across the floor. You had never felt so alive.

The boys take you back to the motel where you grab your things. “Well I guess I have to thank you for saving my life.” you say to them and shake their hands.

“Don’t mention it, and hey if you ever get tired of Mr. Roboto, you have my number.” Dean winks.

“In your dreams.” you roll your eyes and nod at Sam. “Take care.”

Bucky glares at Dean as you pull him to the car. “I don’t like him.”

“Don’t worry Bucky, you’re the only guy for me.” you smile and push him into the car. “Now what do you say we get back to the base and I can put this on one more time so you can rip it off?” You hold up the bag holding your costume and smirk at him.

Bucky grins, his eyes meeting yours. “But I thought you hated Halloween and it’s over.”

“For You I’ll make an exception.” You smile and press your lips to his, thinking about how much you couldn’t wait to have him destroy that stupid costume, leaving any memories of this horrid holiday behind.

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